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SUNDAY PRAYER, ccvi
time & time again
in pen she draws a tiny heart
one arch leans against another
on my hand. from wounded lands
our fathers fathers carried us
over bone and rainbow truss
through manifests of old mistakes
to make a brittle nest of fate
i am
time & time again
as the roots of trees in cemeteries
grow into the graves and sew
the velcro skulls of damned and saved
and rake the leaves off of the sky
as sadness lives, as sadness dies,
for everyone is pushing start
for everyone a tiny heart
i am i am
you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - austin, texas, u.s.a.